Ours was the summer of cicadas.<br />
That season we were kicking kings.<br />
Those hot days of unemployment<br />
The sick sense had not yet set in.<br />
Insect shells collected on the sides of roads<br />
We wrote bad checks and made collect calls.<br />
We heard each other then.<br />
Even in traffic, drives away were hopeful<br />
And the radio loud.<br />
Air-conditioning goose pimpled our bodies<br />
When we were so lucky.<br />
I don't recall when we acclimated to this city,<br />
The heat. The storms. The rituals. The wildlife.
<br />The wild life.<br />
Details
- Publication Date
- Feb 26, 2008
- Language
- English
- Category
- Poetry
- Copyright
- All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
- Contributors
- By (author): michelle sciumbato
Specifications
- Pages
- 63
- Binding
- Perfect Bound
- Interior Color
- Black & White
- Dimensions
- US Trade (6 x 9 in / 152 x 229 mm)